Archive for January, 2018

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Hands and Knees”!

January 19, 2018

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Stronger”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Hands and Knees” (MC MF MD FD)!

Zane’s a little bit worried now that Tasha found his secret stash of Patriarchy brainwashing porn. He’s expecting her to be angry, he’s expecting her to be upset, he’s even possibly expecting her to leave him. He’s definitely not expecting it to work…

Here’s a taste.

The silence stretched for almost a minute before Tasha said, a touch of uncertainty in her voice, “Is something wrong, Master? Don’t you want to play with my body? Do my breasts not please you?” She gave her ass a tiny wiggle, just enough to set her curves into motion. “Please, Master. Your fucktoy longs to be used.” She stretched out into a kowtowing position, pressing her face and tits into the carpet. “You’re in control, Master. You own me. Completely.”

“I…” Zane’s clothes felt uncomfortably tight, but taking them off seemed like it would be conceding a point of some sort. “That wasn’t what you said a couple of days ago,” he finished. Which was glossing over exactly what Tasha did say when she sat down at his computer to work on a research project while her laptop was in the shop and instead found his very extensive collection of bimbification and patriarchy and alpha-male porn. He tried to explain it to her, but it turned out that honesty was very much not the best policy when it came to talking about exactly what you found so hot about a woman being hypnotized and brainwashed into a mindless sex toy with no purpose in life beyond pleasing men.

Especially not to a Woman’s Studies post-grad.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Charmed Recap…Sort Of

January 19, 2018

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This blog post is delayed somewhat by my trip to Charmed last weekend; I live-tweeted most of the classes (although I left off the last class I attended on Sunday, because I could barely keep awake despite an amazing presentation by the wonderful and charming Lee Allure–she did a group demo, and I think I nodded clean off for most of it). I didn’t do daily recaps of the event like I did last year, though. Honestly, I barely got through my Tumblr captions–I’m still one behind on those as well. But I’ll catch up on those. The recap might not ever happen the way it did last year.

Part of that is because this year a lot of what I did was more personal. I do enjoy talking about my experiences with hypnosis, but I also think I’m entitled to draw a veil over some parts of my life, particularly when it comes to things that I’m doing with another person who also has a say in what I discuss. This weekend featured a number of private sessions that will remain private, and once I elide those, there’s much less to talk about. And much of what I could talk about, I already tweeted about. I’ll be posting my class notes for my “How to Help the First Time Subject” talk this weekend, because I couldn’t live-tweet the class and present it at the same time, but I literally wasn’t even at the play parties for more than a few minutes on Saturday. Most of the stuff that people are talking about, I didn’t see. It kind of makes a recap difficult.

I will say that this was a large con, possibly the largest hypnokink con ever. I think that’s a good thing; it means our community is growing, and it means that more people are being drawn to something that I think is fun and enjoyable and gives a lot of fulfillment. It does mean that no matter how much I reach out to the awesome new people around me, the community is growing faster than that, so I do apologize if I saw you there and didn’t already know you. Again, though, always making new friends every year is the kind of problem you like to have.

And of course, I saw people there that I already know. The list is so large that I’m too intimidated to make it, because there will always be people I leave off simply in the rush of joyous memories we made, but rest assured that if I saw you and it looked like my face was lighting up in excitement, it’s because I was happy to see you and I can’t wait for the next con. I’m not going to lie, another reason it took me this long to write was that I was missing everyone a little too much to accept that it was over for another year.

Hopefully we’ll make it to another hypnosis con or two this year–NEEHU is unfortunately too close, but Entranced or MindQuake is a possibility. And of course there will be a Charmed next year. I might not talk about as much, but I will say that this was probably the best con yet and I can’t wait for the next one.

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Z-Word” and “Pussy Liquor”!

January 11, 2018

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Girl Next Door”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica (since Simon is takign a well-deserved break this week). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two stories, “Z-Word” (MC MF MD) and “Pussy Liquor” (MC MF FF MD FD CB)!

“Z-Word” is about Amber, who’s having just a little bit of trouble remembering a word someone used in conversation with her. Which is odd, because it was just a few moments ago, right before she started following their every command…here’s a taste.

If I knew him, I would have remembered. I know that. My memory is excellent–I don’t say that to brag, it’s just a statement of fact. Anything I don’t remember hasn’t happened. Anything that hasn’t happened, I don’t need to think about. So I didn’t think about whether I’d met the man before, or why his eyes seemed to make me feel so warm and comfortable just like he was an old friend. Because I didn’t need to think about it. I just let all that slide away to the back of my mind and looked into his beautiful blue eyes for a little while longer, because it felt so good and made me so happy. My lips spread into a joyous smile all on their own, because he was smiling at me and that made it so easy to smile right back at him, and it seemed like I just stared at him forever before I realized it was rude of me not to say anything. So I said, “Hello.”

And he said…he said…it’s so hard to keep events in sequence. I keep jumping ahead to that moment I can’t remember, skipping over all the other stuff that’s perfectly clear in my mind to get to that one tiny little thing I keep forgetting. Was it ‘zebra’? ‘Zero’? ‘Zugzwang’? ‘Zip-a-dee-doo-dah’? I’m chasing down one possiblity after another, wandering down a trail with a thousand dead ends, and practically running my mind in circles trying to guess until my thoughts feel dizzy and exhausted. It’s a waste of time and energy, and so I make myself stop. I force myself to abandon the random stabs at an instant solution, and start thinking in ordered terms. That’s how I solve problems–I make a process, I break the process down into steps, and I follow the steps with rigorous discipline until I’ve done all the things I need to do. This is no different. I just need to follow my instructions and I’ll be perfectly satisfied.

First things first. I take off my clothes, pulling down my jeans–oh, my gosh, I can actually feel the warm moisture soaking all the way into the denim. God alone knows what my panties are going to be like. No wonder I’m having trouble with my memories, if I’m this turned on. I neatly fold them and set them on a shelf next to a taxidermied penguin that’s seen better days.

Hope you enjoy it! And as a bonus, we have “Pussy Liquor”, which brings back Eris and her unique superpower. She’s dealing with a new villain, one who’s found a way to weaponize it and use it against her…her and everyone else in the world. Here’s a taste:

So even though Eris knew that in a lot of ways she was the absolute worst person for the job, she made herself continue toward the mansion. Doctor Zoltanus (her mind seamlessly inserted the disclaimer, ‘Not a real doctor’) had forced her hand by kidnapping Julia; she couldn’t take the risk that even a relatively competent hero like WildRose or Adventure Girl would make a mistake that could endanger her friend, let alone calling in a loose cannon like Harrier or Azure. She knew Zoltanus was laying a trap for her, and she knew she was walking right into it, but all the alternatives were even worse. Eris couldn’t take the chance of leaving her childhood friend to become one of Zoltanus’s drugged slaves…or tortured, or brutalized, or–CLAMP. Eris had to do this on her own, that was all there was to it.

Especially since it was Eris’s fault that Julia had gotten involved in this whole mess. Julia didn’t even know that Tara Tate was secretly Eris, partner and confidante to San Delfino’s protector of the night. She probably had no idea why the Blood Cult of Doctor Zoltanus kidnapped her. (Okay, he didn’t actually call it ‘The Blood Cult of Doctor Zoltanus’. People didn’t tend to sign up for anything involving the words ‘blood cult’. But Eris was the one writing the casefile, and she didn’t see any reason to mince words.) Julia was probably terrified right now, and that was assuming she could think at all.

Eris slipped in behind the first guard, drifting as lightly as a cloud through the unkempt grass, and dropped him with a swift chop to the cluster of nerves at the base of his head. She couldn’t afford to use her fear gas, not tonight; if one of Zoltanus’s men got twitchy, they might sound a full-scale alert. Eris couldn’t afford that. She’d already slipped up once, the last time she put Zoltanus behind bars, and it had disastrous consequences. She couldn’t let herself make another error, not with so much at stake.

Hope you enjoy it!

My Favorite Things: Altered Eyes

January 7, 2018

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Technically speaking, this is really one of those hot buttons that occurs more often in the realms of fiction than in real life. Yes, you can get contacts that do some of these things, but they’re difficult and painful to wear and I don’t know that I’d ever want to ask a partner to do that, even if they were willing. Plus, some of them really can’t be done outside of Photoshop. But oh my GOD, isn’t it hot when someone is brainwashed so thoroughly that their eyes physically reflect the changes?

It’s an old classic. The eyes are famous as “the windows to the soul”, and so when the eyes bear the literal mark of the controller’s power, it always feels like the control itself goes deeper than mere hypnosis and becomes an impression on the deepest layers of the self. There’s not a whole lot that’s sexier than when the sinister mind controller performs their dark (magical or technological) ritual, the victim’s eyes close in helpless surrender…and when they open, they’re no longer that person’s eyes. They’re the eyes of whatever the controller has made them to be.

There are a few general categories this trick falls into, and I’ll get into them in a bit more detail as follows:

Spiral Eyes – The old classic. The trope that launched a thousand fetishes, really, from cartoons and comics going back decades. The victim-to-be stares at a spiral (or other kind of hypnotic graphic–bands of color progressing steadily and smoothly outward from the center seem to be inexplicably popular for some reason, Kaa) and before long, the victim’s eyes match the spiral in front of them. It was originally meant to be symbolic, showing that their mind is completely overwritten with the brainwashing effect, but given that most of us are already fetishizing the connection between hypnosis and sex to begin with, it’s not at all surprising that we would second-order fetishize the connection between spirally eyes and hypnosis. As a result, you can see a lot of videos of people with photoshopped spirals in their eyes to show that they’re blank and compliant.

(There’s an alternate take on this trope, again one that Kaa has helped to popularize; in the other version, it’s the hypnotist that has spirals in their eyes, rather than the victim, to symbolize their power to induce trance rather than their surrender to it. In this variant, often the victim’s eyes match the controller’s by the end, and in fact it’s very popular as a serial recruitment technique where the spirals are “contagious”.)

Not to toot my own horn, but I wrote a scene in “Criminal” where I wrote my idea of what it would be like to see out of literal spiral eyes that I think is pretty cool.

White Eyes – This is a dead giveaway that your first exposure to mind-control kink was through the movie ‘Big Trouble in Little China’–you have an intense and very particular fetish for a woman closing her eyes, being hypnotized, and re-opening them as blank white orbs. (Either for doing it or being it, depending.) Usually this has a very strong connotation of depersonalization, with the victim’s self being erased by the power of the controller and leaving them a tabula rasa for said controller to fill with whatever programming they like. It’s very much associated with slavery, submission, and mindwiping. And, um, yum to all of those things!

Black Eyes – This one feels like it was relatively recent–I think it was ‘The X-Files’ and ‘Babylon 5’ together that popularized the idea of eyes that are solid black orbs set into the victim’s face, but I’m not quite sure which of them did it first. It definitely carries more of the connotation that ‘X-Files’ had for the trope; usually, when a victim of mind control has solid black eyes, it means they have been corrupted beyond all recognition by the dark power of the hypnotist, and are now soulless in their devotion to carrying out their master’s will. It’s also very depersonalizing, but it carries with it a strong association of contagion and contamination. A black-eyed slave is a slave that wants to bring others into the Master’s thrall, and is willing to put in the work to make it happen. They may be evil in the sadistic and cruel sense, or in the sense of having their ethics hollowed out by the effect, but they’re definitely not just mindless drones. They’re willing slaves.

It should also be noted that (again, probably from ‘X-Files’) the black-eyed slaves tend to be able to corrupt others. It might not always be a literal ooze filling up their eyes like ‘X-Files’, but there’s always a sense that people with jet black eyes will make you like them if you hang around them for a minute or so too long. So again, great for serial recruitment kink. (And again, not to toot my own horn, but “Glycerine” has a great sequence where someone is turned into a slave with nothing but special effects wizardry and powerful drugs. At least, I think it’s great.)

There may be others that get a minor look-in here and there–a lot of “demonic possession” stories tend to have a scene where the victim’s irises change color to whatever the possessing ghost’s eyes were, but that tends to be the big three. Which is kind of a shame in some ways, because I certainly do wish we’d see some other solid-colored eyes; a solid crimson, for example, would be strikingly terrifying, and a solid emerald would be astonishingly beautiful. But I’ll just have to write those up if I want them. “Be the porn you wish to see in the world”, as they say, right?

Mind you, that assumes I’m going to get enough of spirally eyes staring into spirals and becoming even more hypnotized and spirally. And we all know that’s not going to happen any time soon.